Thankfully our air conditioner works well. When I’m feeling especially bad, I like to crank the air conditioner down to 60 degrees and lay on the couch. My husband is understanding about it. He had better be. I think it is funny when I see him walking around with a jacket on while I am laying in shorts and a tank top. My husband was also nice enough to move the couch right under the HVAC vent for me so I get cold air blowing right on my face. I know that the nausea phase of pregnancy only lasts a few months but I am so ready for it to be over. This was especially true when our air conditioner suddenly stopped working on one of the hottest days of the years. There I was, sweating, feeling sick, and roasting like a pig. I called an HVAC company and they were able to come out within two hours. Those were a rough two hours. They were able to fix the air conditioner pretty quick. There was a small hole in one of the pipes so the coolant had escaped. They were able to patch the hole and replace the coolant. I was cooling on the couch, soon after that, with no plans of ever getting up again. I don’t know what women used to do before air conditioners were invented.